“Aren’t you cold?” he asks, alluding to the fact that I’m not wearing a t-shirt.
“Not at all.”
He sets a cup of coffee down in front of me.
“Wow. I’m touched.”
“Piss off!”
I take a sip, and I’m lucky I don’t bring it back up.
“A bit of sugar, maybe?”
“I like it bitter.” He crosses his arms over his chest.
“I don’t.” I get up and walk around the counter to get some sugar.
“Holy shit, you’re…you’re…”
I lower my gaze and shrug.
“I like to sleep naked.”
“Jesus Christ, Ian! Do you mind putting some pants on? You’re not alone here!”
“You’re in my house.”
“Okay, but come on!”
“I don’t have any problem walking around my house in the nude, Ryan. If you’re getting an inferiority complex, you can always go jump off a…”
“Okay, okay, I got it!” He says, raising his hands and backing away.
I laugh under my breath and add a little milk to my coffee, mixing it slowly.
“What’s that?”
I turn to see him pointing at the tattoos I have on my hip and abs that disappear right above my groin.
“I didn’t know those birds went that far down.”
“I’d be worried if you did know.”
“You’re in a particularly good mood today.”
“Must be the good company.”
Ryan walks off towards the bedroom, and when he comes back, he’s got my jogging bottoms in his hands, which he throws at me.
“I can’t talk to you like this.”
“No one asked you to,” I reply dryly, but slip on the trousers all the same. Then, I grab my cup, place two pieces of bread in the toaster, and sit down to wait for them.
“Aren’t you supposed to be training today?” Ryan asks, completely comfortable with my life’s schedule.
“On Mondays, we train in the afternoon.”
He nods and purses his lips. I think he’s starting to miss it.
